Willing a Destruction onto Humanity Jedi Mind Tricks

[Verse 1: Jus Allah]
Hotboxing the whip with piff from the ziplock
Guns come from Big Lots, blunts from the Quick Stop
Scheming on a plot trying to rob Mr. Big Shot
Strip you for your little chip of the rock, stay equipped with the Glocks
You left for dead sifting through rocks
Gave your girlfriend my dick in a box
All the dirt I got on my hands
I should have rocks in my wristwatch
But I pick Glocks over chocolates in the gift box
Chase you down the staircase, pop you in the lobby
Feed you hot slugs, each shot is a hot tamale
Spot where we put the bodies is hot as the Mojave
Probably time to find a new hobby
Before cops is sending out the bloodhounds, rounding up the posse
Reckless niggas with more records than disc jockeys
Play their records on CNN and Hard Copy
Play the part where they show the heart in the autopsy

[Interlude]
Everyone of you is alive
Your death has got nothing to do with it
You already survived many deaths
But you don't know anything about it
How much have you learned in this life?
How much have you truly learned that makes a difference?